The party kept rolling into Satuday and the theme was sexy safari and we were on the hunt! The party started at my hostess-with-the-mostess maid of honor's apartment for appetizers and gifts that also featured flawlessly directed entertainment by one of my bridesmaids. From there we boarded the party trolley that escorted all the sexy safarians to Chicago monuments where we would take group pictures. Tourists would take pictures of us too. They must have thought we were celebrities. That's how good we looked. One of the highlights for me was riding the trolley down Michigan Avenue hanging out the windows screaming at the onlookers. Typing it out now doesn't seem as cool as it was, but trust me--it was the bomb-diggity.

Of course the night would not be complete without hitting up the bars and dancing the night away, but before that, Anniepalooza continued with a scavenger hunt with people (man with a hairy chest), things (tampon), and dares (arm wrestle a large man) to be located or completed. One of the girls took the dare "make out with a stranger" very seriously and racked up some major points. Fun was had by all.
The morning left me with a headache, sore feet, and an overwhelming sense of love. To have all my best girlfriends make the trip to celebrate, reminded me of how fortunate I am to have them in my life. I'm happy to say none of them had to hold my hair back when the evening's libations resurfaced, but I know any of them would.
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